You Do It Better
You find out your boyfriend has been cheating on you, so you fuck the guy he has been sleeping with
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feminine!man x masc!female!reader, slapping, pegging, vibrators, choking, crying, him being down bad and loving how you treat him, overstimulation until he goes non verbal, he is shaking a lot, calling his hole a pussy, voyerism-ish??
“I'm so sorry.’’ He couldn't even look at you while telling you what had happened. He was embarrassed. Ashamed of himself. Ashamed at how stupid and gullible he was. You just stood in front of him, leaning against the door frame as you stared right at him. Straight into his eyes. Arms folded in front of your chest. It wasn't him you were mad at, it was your so-called boyfriend you were mad at.
You had been going through a tough time, a rough patch one might say. The fighting, the arguments, the nagging, the countless amounts of times you two would go weeks without talking to each other before one of you caved in and you “talked” it out fucked it out ... It was exhausting.
Toxic.
But whenever someone would tell you to break it off, you didn't. Because you loved each other apparently. Bullshit. You didn't know what he felt for you but it certainly was not love.
You exhaled sharply, hands finding their way into the pockets of your sweatpants, watching him fiddle with the hem of his sweater. His eyes were teary and his teeth dug into his lower lip when he finally found the courage to look up at you.
“I-I really am!” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
You stepped aside, opening the door fully now, leaving him a way to enter. You nodded in the direction of your apartment, motioning for him to step inside. And without protesting, he stepped in, walking past you. “You can give me your jacket.” He handed you his jacket.
You led him to your living room, where you two sat down together, and he could tell you the full story. They had been sleeping with each other for a while now. So it wasn't about the fighting; it wasn't about you being a bad partner. It was because he was incapable of keeping his legs closed. As soon as H/n found out he had been sleeping with a taken man, he tried stepping in contact with you.
And through a few mutual friends, he managed to get your number and you invited him to your place. “Don't worry, I get it. He has a way with words. Anyone would fall for his act.” You laughed, "Do you want something to drink? Food? Anything?”
He shook his head no, burying his face in his hands. “I'm so embarrassed right now.”
You bumped his shoulder playfully, smiling at him. Both of you got played so there was no reason for hostility. At least he told you everything about it. And you had to admit, H/n was pretty as hell. It didn't justify the cheating but shit, you'd sleep with him too. Those pretty big eyes, his pouty lips… You wanted to see him cry. You wanted to see his soft, big, pouty lips wrapped around your-
“Y/n?”
“Huh?”
He tilted his head to the side, just a little, lashes fluttering. He was so pretty.
“Do you want it?”
‘’Wh-What?’’ A lump formed in your throat. There was no way he was thinking about the things you were thinking about right now.
‘’I thought you'd be a little distraught about your boyfriend so I brought you some food.’’ Fuck, and he was attentive too. A true gentleman. ‘’Do you want it?’'
You nodded hesitantly, trying to cover up your thoughts by feigning nonchalance, spreading your legs and crossing your arms in front of your chest. He laughed, heading out of the room after asking you if he could use your kitchen. But you didn't stay seated. You followed him, hovering behind him, watching over his shoulder, listening as he told you what he was heating up, helping him when help was needed until the food was served.
Another strike, he was a great cook too. Was there anything he wasn't good at?
‘’I love cooking.’’ He exclaimed, fork rummaging through the food.
You on the other hand were stuffing your face like some starved caveman who hadn't eaten for ages. ‘’I love eating. We should definitely do this again sometime.’’
He laughed. ‘’That good?’’
You nodded, shoving another spoonful into your mouth.He wasn't that hungry though. He plated himself a very small portion you had asked him about earlier, but he kept on pushing the food around on his plate.
You looked up from your plate, ‘’If you're still upset about him, don't be. You deserve better.’’
He sighed, setting the fork down. It really upset him. He told you about how much he liked him and how he thought he had found something real. Something special. It was sad really.
‘’Okay,’’ you grabbed your plates, heading to the kitchen as you yelled ''No more moping around!’’
You came back from the kitchen and dropped onto the couch beside him, the plates clinking in the sink still echoing faintly down the hall. He looked smaller now, shoulders slumped, his hands twisting together in his lap.
“Thanks,” he murmured, eyes trained on the floor. “For… Not hating me.”
You huffed, nudging his knee with yours. “You’re not the one I should hate.”
That earned you a small smile, faint but real. His lashes lowered when he looked at you, something heavy settling between you in the quiet.You leaned back, arms crossing again, trying to play it cool even as your heartbeat thumped faster. “You deserve someone who actually sees you, you know? Who doesn’t just… Use you.”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “You think so?”
“I know so.” Your voice was firmer than you expected.
The silence stretched, but it wasn’t awkward. His knee brushed yours again, this time not moving away. Your eyes flicked down, catching the way his lips parted, soft and uncertain.
You should’ve looked away. You didn’t.
He reached up before he could stop himself, thumb grazing just under your bottom lip, wiping away the faintest trace of sauce. You froze, breath caught, his fingers lingering there far longer than necessary.
When his eyes finally lifted back to yours, the air between you went taut, charged.
Neither of you moved at first. Then, slowly, he leaned in. And you didn’t stop him. Instead, your eyes fluttered shut slowly. And that's when his lips met yours. You didn't know what to feel. You felt everything and nothing at the same time.
The kiss started slow and grew into one that was more desperate. Rougher. Needier. Until your hands ran up and down his body and his fingers were all tangled in your t-shirt.He pulled away momentarily, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he panted heavily.
“You know I'm a bottom, right? Like a sub, a total masochist. I like getting hit and stuff…”
You chuckled, your hands sliding down to his waist. And before he knew it, you sat him on your lap making him straddle your thighs, drawing a little surprised noise from him.
‘’I'm a top. My boyfriend rarely was the one doing the bending.’’ Before he could say anything, your lips were on his again, and he wrapped his arms around your neck, relishing in the kiss. And that's how you two ended up in your bedroom with him still sitting in your lap and you pressing soft but deep kisses to his neck, making sure to leave marks while taking off his clothes. Everything but your hoodie on his skin and the cute pink pair of soft panties he was wearing.
‘’Fuck, you taste so good,’’ you muttered against his skin, taking in a deep breath ‘’you smell so good too, so intoxicating.’’ You bit into his neck softly, drawing a tiny whimper from him, ''You're driving me crazy.’’ Now, you flipped him over, throwing him onto your bed, making his back hit the mattress as you hovered over him, pushing up the hoodie, making sure every single part of him had your marks on it. His neck, his chest, his stomach, his back, his thighs, inner thigh included, his ass, everywhere.
‘’W-Wait!’’ He shoved you away when you kissed yourself back up to his face. You stopped, staring at him expectantly. ‘’Let me wash up first…’’
You wanted to scream. You were so horny now. But you let him. You got off of him, showed him to the bathroom and handed him everything he needed. He promised it wouldn't take long. And it didn't take as long as you had expected. When he came back, he was wearing your hoodie, and a new set of panties, your panties you never got to wear.
He looked adorable. You had gotten ready while he was washing up. You were strapped up and had the toys you wanted to use splayed out on the bed. Ordering him to lie down, you stood up as he did and you hovered over him, telling him to tug up the hoodie.
His chest, his nipples, and his pecks looked delicious. You started sucking one twirling your tongue around the sensitive nub as you twisted the other, drawing soft whines from him. He arched his back, trying to stay quiet but he failed. Such a sensitive boy. Bullet vibrators attached to his chest were the way to go. He was spread out for you on the bed neatly, squirming due to the sensation on his nipples. He was leaking already, hands flying to hold his mouth shut. Then, he reached down to push his panties to the side, showing you his puckering hole.
‘’H-Hurry…’’
Your eyes raked over him, the way his trembling hands tried to peel those panties aside, the desperation in his voice when he begged you to hurry. Pathetic. Pretty. Perfect.
You yanked his panties aside fully now, exposing his tight, puffy hole that was just aching for your touch, to the cool air. He squirmed, already clenching around nothing, like his body was begging to be filled by your strap.
“Such a greedy little pussy you've got there,” You mocked, smacking his hole, dragging your strap along his slit of an opening, watching his thighs tremble. “It’s drooling and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”
“P-Please,” He choked out, tears threatening to spill as his hips rolled against your strap helplessly. “Need it so b-badly-”
Another slap landed, this time across the inside of his thigh, leaving a red bloom in its wake. He yelped, back arching off the bed, then moaned like the pain only made him feel even more needy. Hotter.
“That’s right,” You purred, reaching for your phone to switch the vibrators on his nipples to a higher setting. His back arched violently, mouth falling open in a silent scream. “Cry for me, pretty boy.’’
His hands clawed at the sheets, nails dragging down the fabric as you pressed the tip of your fake dick against his swollen hole slowly, and then past the tight ring of muscle. His whole body shook, legs spreading wider to take you in, tears spilling freely now.
“F-Fuck! It’s s-so big-”
You wrapped your hands around his neck, squeezing tightly, pinning his head to your pillows splayed out on your bed, shoving your strap deeper in one brutal thrust. His scream choked up in his throat, turning into a choked sob, and then a broken moan that made your chest burn with pride. His eyes rolled back into his head so deliciously.
“Slap me if you want me to stop choking you,” you muttered against his cheek, tightening your grip until he wheezed, eyes rolling back as your strap bottomed out. He pressed soft kisses to his face, a big contrast compared to the way you were fucking him right now. “You can take it. That's my good little pussy, isn't it?”
“Y-Yes! It's all you-yours!” His voice cracked, tears streaming, his body trembling so violently the bedframe squeaked. You set a merciless pace, hips slamming into him, the smack of skin-on-skin mixing with the sharp cries spilling out of him. Every thrust forced more precum out of him, dripping onto his body and soaking the sheets beneath him.
“Look at you,” You growled, leaning down to bite his collarbone, one hand leaving his neck, reaching between his thighs to smack his angry-red tip. He screamed again, voice breaking into wordless sobs. “So fucked out already. You love this. You love being ruined by me, huh?”
His answer was incoherent babble, shaking his head only to nod a second later, mouth open, drool leaking down his chin.
You laughed, pulling his face back by his chin so you could see his whole face: His red cheeks, the tears running down his face, his puffy lips, the pure bliss and desperation mixing in his expression.
“That’s it,” You cooed mockingly, slowing only to grind in deeper, forcing him to feel every inch. “You’re gonna keep crying for me until you can’t even speak properly. Until the only thing you remember is how good I fuck this slutty little pussy.”
‘’Y-Yeah!’’
Suddenly, your phone rang. But you didn’t stop what you were doing, keeping up the merciless pace. While one hand was still slung around his neck, the other reached to the other side of the bed, grabbing your phone and checking the caller ID.
And of course, it was your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.
You rolled your eyes, picking up the phone. ‘’Yeah?’’
‘’You were supposed to meet me 15 minutes ago, where are you?!’’ He yelled into the phone and suddenly you remembered the plans you two had made a few days ago. When everything between you two was just a rough patch that couples go through. When you still had hope. And love.
‘’Shit, I forgot.’’ You spoke dryly and he was confused. ‘’I'm quite busy right now.’’
He sighed on the other end and you knew he was facepalming himself right now. And when he asked you what was so important that you forgot to meet up with your boyfriend, it was silent. You couldn't help but let out a little chuckle before throwing the phone onto the bed. Right next to H/n's fucked out face.
‘’Wanna tell him what we're doing, sweetheart?’’
Your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend on the other end of the phone thought he had misheard you. That's until he heard a pathetic whimper he knew all too well, followed by skin slapping against skin. You were going deeper than before now. You threw his legs over your shoulders, pressing them up to his chest, going both very deep and very hard.
H/n gasped, ‘’Y/n-'’ He mewled, clinging to you, ‘’I can't take it!’’ His legs were shaking.
‘’What the fuck,’’ you could hear through the phone. ‘’What do you think you're doing?!’’
‘’Fucking H/n,’’ you replied dryly, continuing to dig inside him. ‘’Why can you fuck him but it's a problem when I do?’’
The silence on the other end of the phone was deafening. ‘’Babe, we should talk-'’
‘’Who did it better, him or I?’’ You asked, increasing the pace of your thrusts while pressing soft kisses to his face. Oh, he was gone. He let out a whimper, eyes rolling back into his head face falling to the side as he buried it in your pillow. ‘’Come on doll, tell me.’’
‘’Y-You…’’ He muttered, wrapping his arms around your neck. And you kissed him loudly, kissing noises echoing through the phone.‘’No babe, please! We should talk-'’
‘’We are done. Delete my number.’’ You hung up the phone resting it on the nightstand before letting H/n's legs back down. They curled around you and you laughed, fucking into him again. His hands found their way to your face, pulling you down to entangle your lips in a needy kiss again. Between kisses, he told you he was about to cum. And you? Told him to let go. He wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling away from the kiss as he threw his head back moaning in bliss. While peppering soft kisses to his neck, one of your hands found its way to his neglected dick, stroking him in time with your thrusts. That, alongside the vibrations surging through the nerves of his nipples threw him over the edge.
He came chanting your name like a prayer. And when you helped him ride out his orgasm, you pulled out. And fuck, he was adorable, shaking and twitching with the vibration still on his nipples.
You turned everything off, watching him slump into the bed, shaking. You chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. ‘’Come on, let's go and clean you up.''
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